Behind that blue wooden door
Two share a watercolor world
Breathing together in a moment that cannot last
Pushing back a reality that isn’t theirs—
Isn’t the truth they painted with their lips
Isn’t what the wanted, but what was necessary.
Fighting back flames only to douse them with gasoline
When they meant to use water.
Then, when the world is burning,
One leaves as he came
Lazy pedaling on a rusted bicycle
Ignoring the sounds of life he is leaving in his wake.